The Party Dress (bdsm)(femsub)

The dress is a shiny dark red with a florid rose print design a shade paler. It is low cut with thin straps and it flares out to a loose midlength skirt.

I wear it with black stockings, black opera gloves and a red silk band around my throat.

Those look good when the dress is removed.

The dress was chosen by me, purchased cheaply from a thrift store. A number of factors have to be considered.

That the dress is second hand excites me. I imagine who owned it before me. Where they might have worn it. What they might have done. Did they ever come while wearing it? Was it pulled up above their waist to give their partner access? Did they touch themselves through the silky red fabric?

I checked it for stains and part of me was dissappointed not to find any. My imagination would have turned a small stain from a spilled drink into evidence of an orgy.

I have come in the dress more than once. The first time alone in my bedroom seeing myself in the mirror. I wish I could say the first time had been in the changing room at the store but there was no changing room and even excited it takes time and work for me to reach climax.

I am no great beauty but the dress makes me feel like a 1950s pin up.

Despite these fantasies the dress was chosen for practical reasons.

The low front makes it easy to quickly cover or expose my breasts. The thin straps make it unlikely I will be accidentally exposed.

The loose modest skirt can easily be lifted and hangs loose so will hide whether underwear is worn or not.

The colour is more forgiving of stains or damp marks than a black dress. The floral pattern hides much.

I wear the dress to the party. My picture is taken as I enter and sent to the cell phones of the guests along with a list of what I am willing to do. I can choose that my picture is only sent to certain guests or only to a particular age range or gender but I imposed no limitations on who may use me.

The manners and sophistication of it excites me. We mingle and chat and dance sedately in the ballroom. Everyone is polite and well mannered.

I will be approached discretely on the ballroom floor. A polite quiet request if I am free. I am allowed to refuse although I never have.

My partner or partners take me to one of the rooms that lead off the main hall. Once inside they have only five minutes. My breasts are large though sagging rather than pert and my nipples are thick and dark against my cream skin. They make a popular target easily lifted from my low cut dress.

Five minutes is not long. My breasts are quickly exposed, clamps applied, twisted, slapped. Small punishments. Then almost as soon as it begins it is over. I cover myself and return to the ballroom passing others heading demurely to those discrete side rooms.

Sometimes my skirts are lifted and I am played with there. Sometimes I peel off my dress entirely and spend the five minutes displaying myself in humiliating poses.

Each person may only play with me once.

Five minutes is not long enough to satisfy me or my partners. For me the fun is in the dressing up and the difference between the quiet sophistication of the ballroom and the discrete torments of the backrooms.

Guests glance at me knowingly reminding me how they have played with me mere feet from where I now make polite conversation.

The party continues to the early hours. Guests leave often paired up or in threes going to places where there is no five minute rule. I remain. When the doors close I stay to clean up. I work alone removing my dress to tidy and clean in just stockings and gloves.

When I am finished I stand at the centre of the silent empty ballroom. I let my hands go between my legs and I work alone again.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/x9izk5/the_party_dress_bdsmfemsub